Sister Ambrose, with thick arms folded across her black habit, looked into my eyes only; it seemed. In her eighties, my eighth-grade teacher tapped her cane against a cast iron desk, asking, “What...
Our church has spent the past nine weeks steeped in Galatians 5:22-23. I’ve been reminded again that living the Fruit of the Spirit isn’t a spiritual accomplishment, it’s an ongoing, lifelong,...
For most of my life, my grandparents lived on the other side of Old Priest Grade Road. It’s an infamous, historic mountain pass on the way to Yosemite National Park that has tested people’s nerves...
I hate when I open an email or answer a call only to find out it’s a stranger trying to trick me. (Thanks for letting today’s devotional through, by the way.)